Fade Into You

Every time

"Fucking hell ... that was even better than the first time," Lizzie exhaled breathlessly, falling next to me on her bed.

I laughed out my nose and looked over at her sweaty red face with a smile plastered on her lips. Her auburn hair fell over her face and stuck to her cheeks, falling out of her ponytail.

"You're so pretty," I smiled.

She smiled slightly and looked over at me, "thanks."

"Tell me more about yourself," I pushed, moving slightly so I could look at her without straining.

"What do you wanna know?" she asked.

"Not that your friends don't seem great ... but why them?" I replied carefully.

"Honestly?"

I nodded.

"They kind of love me because I'm American and when I'm with them, I don't feel like the foreign student," she admitted.

"That was a real contradictory sentence," I laughed.

"Yeah," she mumbled, "I don't know, doesn't matter really."

I hummed, "do you miss LA?"

"All the time," she smiled sadly, "what about you? Do you miss London?"

"Sometimes," I nodded, "but Scarlets here and I don't really get on with my parents so I'm quite happy here."

She nodded once more, "are they together?"

"God no," I laughed, "they got divorced when I was 17."

"I was 7 when mine got divorced," she smiled softly.

"Do you still see your dad?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "we're not on bad terms but he just doesn't really make much of an effort anymore."

I nodded in understanding, "my dad's just gay."

"What?" she laughed, sitting up slightly, "really?"

"Yeah," I laughed out my nose, "Mum obviously didn't realise."

She hummed and nodded slowly, "wow ... why not."

I smiled back at her, "we weren't overly surprised it's so fine ... what about your siblings?"

"I have three full siblings and two half-siblings," she replied.

"Fucking hell, your parents were busy," I laughed.

"Yeah," she giggled, moving onto her side so she could look at me too, "what about you? Siblings?"

"Nope," I replied.

She nodded in response, "what are you studying again?"

"Literature," I yawned, "you?"

"Film and Media," she mumbled.

"Why are you doing a master's degree?" I asked.

"Why are you quizzing me?" she giggled.

"I'm curious about what is going on in your life, is that okay?" I laughed.

She nodded quickly and cuddled into my side, leaning her head on my chest as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to hold her closer to me.

"I don't know, I quite enjoy studying so I thought I'd keep going ... why are you studying for a masters?" she asked.

"I want to be a professor," I replied, "I need a master's and a PhD for that."

"Wow ... that's pretty cool," she smiled, looking up at me, "professor Y/N ... that's hot."